Back again, again. Maybe.

It should be clear by this point that blogging does not come naturally to me. I guess I lack the proper motivation. Or maybe it's a matter of knowing what the proper motivation is, and then being able to find it. One thing that that helps is surrounding ones self with people who write blogs themselves.

Why do we write these blogs? I ask as if I actually wrote in mine. As if I were actually a member of the blogging community. Am I writing to someone? It's been interesting for me to review my old posts from last year, so maybe a year from now I'll have something more to read.

One last thing. Daniel got a new Mac laptop, and I bought his old one. I can now do things only dreamed of: check email in bed, roll over in the morning and look at porn, blog from the discomfort of my own bathroom. No longer will the call of nature interrupt a conversation on instant messanger. I can now eat at my computer and leave stacks of dirty dishes on the dinner table where they belong, instead of on my desk. Roommates rejoice.